Post by werebobwildpants on Apr 30, 2010 7:18:50 GMT -5
-----WOOOO!! CHAPTER ONE!!! Okay, in this story everyone's like, in their twenties, so don't get confused. If you've seen Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, then you just might like this. This is branched out from the SoS Parodies thread where I actually brought this idea up. ENJOOOOOOOY.-----
Have you ever felt like you were... a little bit different? Like you had something to show the world, if they would just give you a chance?
Then you know EXACTLY how it felt... to be ME.
It all started when I was in first grade.
I wiggled my tiny hand in the air. ''Go ahead, M.'' said the teacher. I ran up to the front of the room. I rocked back and forth with excitement. ''What's the number one problem facing our community today?'' I asked, fanning my hands out. ''Untied shoelaces!'' All the other six year olds looked down at their untied shoes. ''I have come up with a solution to this problem.'' I pulled a spray-can out of my pocket. ''Spray-On Shoes!'' My back hit the floor as I flopped down and sprayed the sparkly purple stuff all over my two feet. The shoes formed instantly. All the others were in awe at what had happened. I felt GREAT. Nothing could bring me down now. ''How're you gonna get 'em off, nerd?!'' someone yelled across the room. The classroom exploded with laughter. My smile vanished as my eyes widened. I grunted and pulled at my feet as I tried to pry the sparkly purple shoes off. The pointed and laughed at me as I lay there on the ground. The bell rang and they all left, leaving me on the floor. Sad and alone.
The rain was pouring down on my head as I ran through the rain. My tears were almost blinding me as I ran. I wanted to run away that day. But you can't run away from your own feet.
Later that night, I was in my room with the doors locked and the window curtains drawn. I tried EVERYTHING to get the shoes off. Pliers, forceps, a wrench, and I even broke a huge table in half as I hit it up against the indestructible purple shoes. They wouldn't budge. ''You need to talk to him.'' my mom, Pixie, said through the door. Dad sighed and knocked on the door, mustache and eyebrows furrowing a little. ''Uh... not every sardine is meant to swim, son.'' he said hesitantly. ''I DON'T UNDERSTAND FISHING METAPHORS!'' I sobbed loudly, banging headfirst into the pillow on my bed. Mom opened the door softly. She sat down on the bed, blue hair flouncing a little. ''M... I think your shoes are wonderful.'' she said coaxingly. ''Everybody thinks I'm a weirdo...'' I sobbed through the pillow.'' ''So?'' she said. ''People probably thought these guys were weirdos, too.'' Mom said, motioning towards the numerous posters of famous scientists plastering my walls. ''Your inventions are gonna change the world some day, M. Now, I was going to wait until your birthday to give you this...'' I turned around and saw she was holding a big, beautiful white lab coat. My big blue eyes got even bigger. ''A professional grade lab coat... Just like the real guys wear!'' She thrust it toward me and I put on on hastily. It was really meant for an adult, and the sleeves dropped over my entire arms. ''It fits perfect!'' I beamed, regardless of the size. Mom smiled and gently touched my cheek. ''The world needs your originality M. You just need to... grow into it.'' I gave her a wide smile and ran up to hug her.
I was overexcited. I had NEVER been so happy in my entire life. That night, I went into my tiny lab outside and set to work. Mom and Dad stood in the doorway and smiled contently and wistfully.
I had developed a great number of inventions in the past years:
Age 7: ''Remote Control Television!'' I said boisterously as I pushed a button on the remote in my hand. The TV sprouted short, blocky legs and walked up right in Dad's face as he sat on the couch. Dad hesitantly turned it on. I smiled nervously into the camera and looked side to side. The TV kicked a hole in our wall and ran out, as I frantically pressed the button a million times.
Age 13: ''Hair Unbalder!'' I yelled as I poured a bottle of brown liquid on Dad's bald head. I put a hand on my hip and smiled nervously at the camera again. Hair bushed out from ALL sides of Dad's face while I wasn't looking. We glanced quickly at each other. ''AAAAAAAAGH!!!'' ''AAAAAAAAAGH!!!'' we both screamed.
Age 18: ''Flying Car!'' I jumped into the blue car that sat on the edge of the dock. I put in the key to start it up, but instead I went flying into the ocean.
Age 22: ''Monkey Thought Translator!'' I turned on the switch to the little circuit board on the little black monkey's chest. ''HUNGRY! HUNGRY!'' it yelled. ''How wise.'' I said proudly. ''NO, ODIE! NOOO!!'' Odie went crazy and knocked over all the shelves in Dad's shop. Dad watched in shock as I tried to calm the monkey down. ''AAAAAAAAAGH!!!'' Dad screamed as Odie leaped on his shoulder and tore half of his mustache off.
My plan nowadays was to help my hometown; a tiny town hidden under the A in Atlantic, called Spongy Falls. We were famous for jellyfish. But that was until the Baby Natt Jellyfish Cannery closed down for good... and everybody in the world realized that jellyfish are super gross. We were stuck with eating our only source of food; the jellyfish no one else wanted.
BOILED.
FRIED.
POACHED.
DRIED.
CANDIED.
And JUICED.
But one day, I stared at defeat.
And found hope.
Have you ever felt like you were... a little bit different? Like you had something to show the world, if they would just give you a chance?
Then you know EXACTLY how it felt... to be ME.
It all started when I was in first grade.
I wiggled my tiny hand in the air. ''Go ahead, M.'' said the teacher. I ran up to the front of the room. I rocked back and forth with excitement. ''What's the number one problem facing our community today?'' I asked, fanning my hands out. ''Untied shoelaces!'' All the other six year olds looked down at their untied shoes. ''I have come up with a solution to this problem.'' I pulled a spray-can out of my pocket. ''Spray-On Shoes!'' My back hit the floor as I flopped down and sprayed the sparkly purple stuff all over my two feet. The shoes formed instantly. All the others were in awe at what had happened. I felt GREAT. Nothing could bring me down now. ''How're you gonna get 'em off, nerd?!'' someone yelled across the room. The classroom exploded with laughter. My smile vanished as my eyes widened. I grunted and pulled at my feet as I tried to pry the sparkly purple shoes off. The pointed and laughed at me as I lay there on the ground. The bell rang and they all left, leaving me on the floor. Sad and alone.
The rain was pouring down on my head as I ran through the rain. My tears were almost blinding me as I ran. I wanted to run away that day. But you can't run away from your own feet.
Later that night, I was in my room with the doors locked and the window curtains drawn. I tried EVERYTHING to get the shoes off. Pliers, forceps, a wrench, and I even broke a huge table in half as I hit it up against the indestructible purple shoes. They wouldn't budge. ''You need to talk to him.'' my mom, Pixie, said through the door. Dad sighed and knocked on the door, mustache and eyebrows furrowing a little. ''Uh... not every sardine is meant to swim, son.'' he said hesitantly. ''I DON'T UNDERSTAND FISHING METAPHORS!'' I sobbed loudly, banging headfirst into the pillow on my bed. Mom opened the door softly. She sat down on the bed, blue hair flouncing a little. ''M... I think your shoes are wonderful.'' she said coaxingly. ''Everybody thinks I'm a weirdo...'' I sobbed through the pillow.'' ''So?'' she said. ''People probably thought these guys were weirdos, too.'' Mom said, motioning towards the numerous posters of famous scientists plastering my walls. ''Your inventions are gonna change the world some day, M. Now, I was going to wait until your birthday to give you this...'' I turned around and saw she was holding a big, beautiful white lab coat. My big blue eyes got even bigger. ''A professional grade lab coat... Just like the real guys wear!'' She thrust it toward me and I put on on hastily. It was really meant for an adult, and the sleeves dropped over my entire arms. ''It fits perfect!'' I beamed, regardless of the size. Mom smiled and gently touched my cheek. ''The world needs your originality M. You just need to... grow into it.'' I gave her a wide smile and ran up to hug her.
I was overexcited. I had NEVER been so happy in my entire life. That night, I went into my tiny lab outside and set to work. Mom and Dad stood in the doorway and smiled contently and wistfully.
I had developed a great number of inventions in the past years:
Age 7: ''Remote Control Television!'' I said boisterously as I pushed a button on the remote in my hand. The TV sprouted short, blocky legs and walked up right in Dad's face as he sat on the couch. Dad hesitantly turned it on. I smiled nervously into the camera and looked side to side. The TV kicked a hole in our wall and ran out, as I frantically pressed the button a million times.
Age 13: ''Hair Unbalder!'' I yelled as I poured a bottle of brown liquid on Dad's bald head. I put a hand on my hip and smiled nervously at the camera again. Hair bushed out from ALL sides of Dad's face while I wasn't looking. We glanced quickly at each other. ''AAAAAAAAGH!!!'' ''AAAAAAAAAGH!!!'' we both screamed.
Age 18: ''Flying Car!'' I jumped into the blue car that sat on the edge of the dock. I put in the key to start it up, but instead I went flying into the ocean.
Age 22: ''Monkey Thought Translator!'' I turned on the switch to the little circuit board on the little black monkey's chest. ''HUNGRY! HUNGRY!'' it yelled. ''How wise.'' I said proudly. ''NO, ODIE! NOOO!!'' Odie went crazy and knocked over all the shelves in Dad's shop. Dad watched in shock as I tried to calm the monkey down. ''AAAAAAAAAGH!!!'' Dad screamed as Odie leaped on his shoulder and tore half of his mustache off.
My plan nowadays was to help my hometown; a tiny town hidden under the A in Atlantic, called Spongy Falls. We were famous for jellyfish. But that was until the Baby Natt Jellyfish Cannery closed down for good... and everybody in the world realized that jellyfish are super gross. We were stuck with eating our only source of food; the jellyfish no one else wanted.
BOILED.
FRIED.
POACHED.
DRIED.
CANDIED.
And JUICED.
But one day, I stared at defeat.
And found hope.
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